Howl On

Howl On

Oh, my soul, have you not found rest for even one night?

Hast thou unbidden searched again and again for the light?

Deligently groping for One who would understand with all Thy might?

Howl On!! Howl On, thou tortured soul who seest nothing but the dark.

Howl On, for JOY cometh in the morning as the sound of a lark.

Howl On! For thy Redeemer knoweth all thy secrets stark.

And

He

who

holds

the

future

holds

Thy hand.